Adam's POV
I groaned, opening my eyes and biting my bottom lip. My cobalt blue irises glanced up at the ceiling and I sighed, sitting up and wincing lightly at my throbbing headache and the twinge of pain in my wrist. Like the first time I woke up, the early morning sun peeling in through my shear curtains made black spots dance in my vision, causing my already splitting headache to double fold in agony. I felt dirty in these pants, and my eyes stung and were dry from my excessive crying the night before. The thoughts came flooding back into my mind like a crappy old movie that you just want to get away from.
"Fuck, Adam…" I mumbled, standing up and placing the palm of my hand on the wall for support. I pushed off it and headed into the bathroom. My bare feet squished into the rug and once I reached to my restroom, I looked around, sighing in relief when no miserable memories clouded my poor and pitiful mind. I glanced at the counter and saw some black hair dye. Okay, well my day is starting better than I expected. Aside from the pain I woke up in, things may be turning around because, look! I can finally get out of these ginger locks. It is totally not rock n' roll, if you know what I'm talking about…
A small smile tugged on the corners of my lips, I opened the box, reaching in, and pulling out the materials needed in order for the process to fully work. I followed the directions and mixing the correct substance with each other. Once it was thoroughly mixed, I lathered it up in my hair and peered into the mirror. My once bright, ginger orange hair was now a milky whitish blue. I smirked lightly and walked out of the bathroom, looking around and trying to remember my surroundings. It was all coming back to me. Brad, Amanda, what had gone down here. To be honest, before I went into a coma, none of this really mattered, and I took a bunch of things for granted—including Tommy. My heart ripped at the thought and I moaned lightly, tugging on the hem of my shirt and taking in a deep breath, calming myself.
My eyes drifted to the spot on the wall where I bit Tommy…where I claimed him as mine…where we would forever, until the day we both die, remain together…
My heart cracked and I gulped down the sorrow, sighing and feeling my stomach quench. Holy shit, when was the last time I had a decent meal? Don't they like, shove a tube down your throat and feed you that way? Ew, I don't want to think about it! Oh, and don't I have to go into the doctor? Screw that, I'm calling and telling them I'll see the doctor tomorrow. Honestly, five years and I'm awake; the last thing I want to do is just waltz right back into that hospital hellhole and say, "Hey, I'm back!" I wanna stay out of that place as much as possible!
I pulled out my phone, walking into the kitchen and seeing a text message. I blinked and opened it up, seeing it was from Allison. My eyes brightened a bit from their dull gray, my stomach getting a bit nervous. Would she be happy that I was out of my sleep, or even more mad? I remember her being pretty pissy with me ever since Tommy…
HOLY MOTHER OF FUCKING PEARL, YOU'RE AWAKE. WHERE ARE YOU? I HAVE TO FUCKING TACKLE YOU IN KISSES AND SHIT!
A small smile pulled on my once frowning lips and I flipped the keyboard, replying with a simple calm down and telling her I was at my old apartment and she could visit at any time. I was going to get lonely, I knew that much. Without waking up with Tommy in my arms every day, I knew that I wasn't going to enjoy this empty and sad apartment. What about Drake?
Mentally, I sighed. He was with Ryan, living happily. Or at least I hope he's happy. Yeah, Ryan was a great companion. And he loved Drake more than anything in the entire world. They would give up their lives to be with one another. And that made me smile wider. At least he was happy. And to be honest, I liked other people's happiness in comparison to my own. I know it's not the best thing in the world, but as long as Tommy, Drake, Ryan, and all those people that I hold dear to my heart are as ecstatic as can be, I'll be happy for them…Even if it means living in a lonely shell of my former self…
With a heavy sigh, I opened the fridge and saw that it was empty. Okay, I defiantly need to go shopping. No duh, Adam. It's not as if Allison was going to leave rotting food in your fridge for five years…That made sense!
I need something to eat. Whatever, I'll just go out to eat after my shower. I inhaled deeply, walked into my bedroom for the first time (since I had stupidly fallen asleep on my floor), and rummaged around in my wardrobe, being mindful of my hair. It was to set for about forty-five minutes…So, why not organize my clothes and pick out an outfit for the day. I know that I'm going to have to deal with the paparazzi and stuff. Plus, I should probably get a contract to start an album or something, I need to get my life back on track and start making money. Have my name be known again! Maybe even tour? Get a band together? The thought made me extraordinarily excited. I couldn't wait…
I tore through all my clothes and dumped them all on my bed. Not only was it grocery shopping time, but I totally needed to go clothes shopping too! With a sigh, I began to hang things up and whatnot until I came upon an unfamiliar piece of attire. I picked it up, the soft silk caressing my fingers. It was a black, button up shirt. The stitching pattern was a bit worn out, and I saw some stains, but it was in pretty good tact.
"Tommy…" I mumbled, holding it up to my nose and burying my face into it, tears rising in my eyes. "Fuck…" I murmured. His scent seeped into my senses, and I felt dizzy from its intoxicating presence. I bit my bottom lip, throwing it on the bed, walking back into the bedroom. It had been around an hour, organizing all those clothes. Time passes by when you're in deep thought. And lately, that's all I've been doing…
I quickly stripped; tears threatening to fall as I carefully pulled my shirt over my head and turned the water on. I jumped in, the tears freely pouring down. It mixed into the rushing water of the shower like an abstract painting. "I-I'm sorry," I whispered pathetically, staring down at my feet as the dye washed out, leaving nothing but a thick mane of my original black hair. It hung loosely in my eyes and I'd rather see this dark shade other than that light sunflower color.
My breathing hitched and I panted a little, washing out my hair and sobbing. "Tommy," I wheeze, shutting my eyes and shaking my head. Stop dwelling on the past, Adam! You know for a fact that he doesn't want you anymore, so stop thinking like that! He loves that asshole that called you! He probably raided through Tommy's numbers and found mine. That fucker! How dare he disturb Tommy's privacy! Shit, stop thinking like this. He's not your elf. He's not a vampire's elf anymore…
I growled, reaching my hand back and punching it into the tiled wall. Okay, really bad idea ADAM! I hissed, the tears accumulating in the corners of my eyes from the pain and I gazed down at my now bleeding hand. "Good job," I muttered, washing up, mindful of my busted hand. The skin was cracked on the knuckles and the blood ran down my arm, blending into the water and rushing down the drain. I turned my hand over and looked at my wrist. Two perfect bite marks ripping into the flesh and it totally looked like I was emo…
I turned off the faucet and walked out, exhaling and drying my hair off. I looked in the reflection and smiled, satisfied with my appearance. Thick black hair. Just the way I like it.
I wrapped the towel snug around my waist. My chest was still exposed and I was still pretty wet. Damn, I hated all these freckles. I began walking into my bedroom when there was a light knock at the door and my heart skipped a beat. It was probably Allison! HOLY SHIT. I missed her so much.
I completely disregarded getting dressed as I practically skipped to the door with a bright smile on my face. I turned the knob and opened it. "Hi, Allison…" I trailed off when my eyes shifted down and Tommy was standing where. A jacket in his hand and a blush spreading across his face.
My mouth opened slightly in surprise and I was about to say something until he walked in, and slammed the door shut. My heart skipped a beat and now I really wished I had gotten dressed. He tossed the jacket to the side and turned, looking at me. His eyes were completely clouded in lust and before I actually knew what was happening, he had me pinned to a wall and his lips were exploring my chest. I wanted to choke out and tell him to stop because he was married for fucking sakes! He was somebody's husband, so he shouldn't be wanting to do this to me, but I couldn't help it…He was the love of my life and all I wanted to do was to make love to him one last time…To feel his lips again mine, but I knew it was wrong.
Tommy was married. I shouldn't mean anything to him anymore…And, I can't do this to his husband…
